Moonlight (John Kenyon Poems)
Not alway from the lessons of the schools, Taught evermore by those who trust them not, Though in fine phrase tricked out, ...
Not alway from the lessons of the schools, Taught evermore by those who trust them not, Though in fine phrase tricked out, ...
Entranced I saw a vision in the cloudThat loitered dreaming in yon sunset sky,Full of fair shapes, half creatures of ...
(To the etchings of Norman Lindsay)Now the statues lean over each to each, and sing,Gravely in warm plaster turning; the ...
ERE sleep comes down to soothe the weary eyes,Which all the day with ceaseless care have soughtThe magic gold which ...
How dull the wretch, whose philosophic mindDisdains the pleasures of fantastic kind;Whose prosy thoughts the joys of life exclude,And wreck ...
Dear Morris--here is your letter--Can my answer reach you now?Fate has left me your debtor,You will remember how;For I went ...
The night-wind's shriek is pitiless and hollow, The boding bat flits by on sullen wing, And I sit ...
IO wonderful and wing?d flower,That hoverest in the garden-close,Finding, in mazes of the rose,The rapture of a summer hour !O ...
HERE Morris, on the plains that we have loved,Think of the death of Akoose, fleet of foot,Who, in his prime, ...
In the blue of the sky, in the green of the forest,Whose is the hand that has painted the glow?When ...
RESTLESS is the present night, Fearfully it seems to shiver, No wind there is and yet Strangely the leaves quiver. ...
My brother, man, shapes him a planAnd builds him a house in a day,But I have toiled through a million ...
HOW true thy work, blind Builder of the homes Which throng the paths of Life, beasts, fishes, birds, All things ...
Millions of babies watching the skies Bellies swollen, with big round eyes On Jessore Road--long bamboo huts Noplace to shit ...
1 BROTHER of all, with generous hand, Of thee, pondering on thee, as o'er thy tomb, I and my Soul, ...
Inscribed to the Memory of John Keats. Dear uplands, Chester's favorable fields, My large unjealous Loves, many yet one -- ...
Oft seems the Time a market-town Where many merchant-spirits meet Who up and down and up and down Cry out ...
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